Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, April 05, 2003 The Pitch: It's like The Cutest Thing Ever meets The Next Cutest Thing Ever! So. Me and the SGF are supposed to go to this party at the wonderful Davel's house tonight. The SGF picked me up after work, I apologized for being such a punk-ass when I called her from work earlier, we came home, ate a light dinner (laughing cow lite + trader joe's corn tortilla flat breads+ avocado=cosmic bliss), talked while the dishes were done, and then she suddenly said, "I'm sleepy." (I'm leaving out the moment where she said earlier, right before the dishes were started: "I'm sad." And I'm also leaving the me-haranguing-of-her that happened after that.)"Well, we don't have to go to Davel's party." "No. We have to go!" "Okay, if you want to..." So we lie down on the bed and we talk for a little bit about stuff, nothing at all important, and I say, "Okay, well, I'll have to shave and shower if we're going to Davel's party." And she says, "of course, we're going. But I'm going to lie here and I'll get up when you get out of the shower." Fair enough. So I shave and shower, thinking about Alan Moore and Gary Groth (of all people) and when I get out, I dry off and then walk gingerly down the hall, expecting the SGF to be already up and on the computer, or reading The NY Times, or getting ready for the party. But instead she's still lying on the bed, under the comforter, and snoring gently. And honestly? It just made me really happy to see her lying there like that, asleep. It's funny how sometimes, even if you try really hard, you can't open your heart to a person nearly as much when they're awake as when they're sleeping in front of you... posted by Jeff Lester | 10:51 PM | |
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